Cameo in the movie of my Life

Jul 17, 2006 21:14

On Sunday, I went with Aaron to see 'A Scanner Darkly' at the Uptown, one of the old-school independent theaters.

After we watched the film (which was pretty good), he ran into a buddy who was also in the theater. We stood outside the building talking for a bit while the slower movie goers filed out. Just when it appeared that everyone had left, suddenly two people walk out:




Josh Hartnett, (Sin City, friend of the late Hunter S. Thompson), and Scarlett Johanson (whose image I've probably jerked off to at least once... like you haven't).

It was odd. The last actor I've seen in person was very Hollywood; despite asking where the best "dive bars" were, he wore the trendiest "alt" outfit, was obsessed about his hair and I swore he was wearing make-up.

Hartnett, by comparison, was dressed very plain, not unlike in the above pic. He's quite tall, and carries himself in a confident but quiet manner. He looked around a bit, looked at me in the eye. I gave him a nod, which he returned, put on his sunglasses and started walking down the sidewalk while his girlfriend hopped about, giggling at his side. She's quite short, about 5 foot 4, and was almost unrecognizable without her make-up on. She looked as if she was 14.

One day, if I ever get the opportunity to sit down with a celebrity, particularly one early in his career like Hartnett and preferably "off the record", I'd like to ask them what they thought when they realized they obtained the title of Public Figure.

I can't imagine what it'd be like to one day walk out, and everyone knows who you are, constantly hearing "Oh my God, I just saw (your name here) walk out of Subway." in your wake, or having people follow you around with a camera in your hands. Not being able to go to certain venues, having people tell you how awesome you are because they like the way you play Make Believe, or having reporters ask you questions in regards to your sex life or opening a tabloid to see a grainy photo of your girlfriend at the beach with the cullulite on her body highlighted with full commentary on how she's let herself go because she doesn't look like the photoshooped image seen on the cover of last month's Vanity Fair.

What's runs through your head when you realize the world stops seeing you as a human being and begins worshiping you as a false idol in the Freak Kingdom?

Hopefully I'll learn the answer to that question, one way or the other.

KB
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